Since the "battle" this week, I am beginning to feel like a serial killer. When I can't herd the flies out the door (do you realize how difficult this is?) I'm pulling the bug spray out of my side holster and getting a cheap thrill out of watching the fuckers DIE! You know, it is quite fun and satisfying...but I recently noticed a maniacal laugh erupting from my vocal chords every time. I still have no idea how these fuckers are getting into my apartment. I swear! I kill them all, so I think, and 10 more pop up. What the hell?
Three were released this morning and there are still three buzzing around totally pissing me off. Maybe I should just bomb the hell out of my house and call it a day.
Have to go clean up my window sills, which are littered with death from this morning's killings.